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Post by Rojo on May 3, 2008 19:02:02 GMT -5
Rojo dives at Devon, yelling
"Dare you mock my shawl?" in a loud voice.
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Post by Seven on May 3, 2008 19:17:44 GMT -5
"Ekes!" he jumps out of the way. But then a small grin comes to his face. "Yes, I mock it! I mock it loud and clear!" he says with a loud clear tone. Though he's obviously joking, it seems he's getting ready to dive out of rojo's way again.
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Post by Rojo on May 4, 2008 3:50:04 GMT -5
Rojo jumps up almost immediatly, scrabbling at Devon, arms flailing.
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Post by Seven on May 4, 2008 11:09:19 GMT -5
Devon stifles some laughter at Rojo's fit, and bounds off in another direction. "Come on, if you love your shawl that much, I'm sure you can do better than this!"
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Post by Rojo on May 4, 2008 11:35:45 GMT -5
Rojo frowns and raises an eyebrow. Right...slow your breathing...wait, bugger...
He crouched down, then set off after Devon, springing fowards, putting rythmical arm motion into his movement, gaining distance between himself and Devon. He jumps, and comes speeding towards Devon. About half a foot before they would connect, he says
"Gotcha."
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Post by Seven on May 5, 2008 12:53:15 GMT -5
Devon turns to see Rojo right behind him. "Ek! Fine, fine, I surrender!" He quickly puts his hands up, now that he can't outrun him.
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Post by Rojo on May 5, 2008 12:57:55 GMT -5
He stops, not seeming tired at all, not even breathing...
He suddenly realised this, looked as if he had dropped a fork at dinner, and immediately started heaving large, fake breaths.
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Post by Seven on May 5, 2008 13:06:18 GMT -5
Devon stares at him, raising an eyebrow. "Ha ha ha," he says sarcastically. "Ok, I get it, I'm not as good of shape as you are." Devon just understood the fake heavy breathing to be critizing Devon's on need to catch his breath. "But you had better be careful, Rojo, I might very well catch up with you," he warns.
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Post by Rojo on May 5, 2008 13:09:45 GMT -5
Rojo almost sighs outloud, but holds it in.
"Oh, yeah..." he smiles, closing his eyes for a moment. Then he falls backwards, opening his eyes "stars are out...I love the stars..."
((Aw, I feel a heart-warming Disney-esque moment coming up...))
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Post by Seven on May 5, 2008 13:20:04 GMT -5
((I could kill it *grins evilly* ...Fine, fine, I won't *rolls eyes*))
Devon looks down at Rojo, before taking a seat beside him, leaning back on his arms, and looking up. "Yes, stars have been the inspiration and wonder of dreamers and thinkers for centuries past. Yours are different than the ones on my home though..."
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Post by Rojo on May 5, 2008 13:24:13 GMT -5
"You sure?" he looks at Devon "maybe you just look at them from a different view? Maybe we have the same constellations, but upside down? So, what here is "The Naughty Priest" could be "The Hallowed Scholar" on your world."
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Post by Seven on May 6, 2008 11:36:50 GMT -5
"This is true..." Devon looks hard at the stars, trying to see if he can recognize any. "Which is your favorite constelation, Rojo?"
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Post by Rojo on May 6, 2008 11:45:40 GMT -5
Rojo pauses at Devon's question
"I think...The Peaceful Lord."
He gesticulates to a group of stars to the southwest.
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Post by Seven on May 6, 2008 12:08:20 GMT -5
Devon looks up at the cluster, when a small smile comes to his face. "We have that grouping--not called the Peaceful Lord, but I recognize them! They're backwards, and some are brighter or dimmer than I imagined, but...it's definately them."
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Post by Rojo on May 6, 2008 12:14:28 GMT -5
"See! I told you! What is it called on...Venera, did you say it was called?"
((And cue the pianist and female singer
"A part of your world...."))
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